I’m writing this on a train to Glasgow, so there’s no photos, nothing exciting to look at, just words. I don’t write that many wordy posts on here, partly because I’ve always kept a journal, which is where all my thoughts go, and partly because when you write a hybrid gardening/writing/baking/whatever-this-is blog it’s tricky trying to work out how much of myself I should put out there.
It’s been an amazing, exhausting, magical, infuriating, wonderful year. Six children are hard work. Living with ex-partners on the doorstep is harder in lots of ways than dealing with ex-partners who live 6000 miles away. Juggling working from home, writing, gardening, living, blogging – all these are difficult and I seem to spend a lot of the time getting the balance wrong. I think I’m getting better though and I’ve never been so happy or laughed as much as I have this last year.
I haven’t blogged as much as I’d like to, and there have been weeks where all there’s been to see on here are boring guest posts which are nothing more than advertorial – something I always swore I’d never do on here, but I haven’t had the luxury of choice this year with money sometimes horribly tight and bills to pay. But you lot have been there, reading and commenting and chatting away on the Facebook page (I love it over there, it’s like a little secret gang) and I really do appreciate it.
I’m planning lots of things for Tales from the Village next year: loads more gardening posts and photography, more about my book and chatting about the process of rewriting book no2, cake and gossip and author interviews and – well, I don’t know what else, yet. If you’ve any ideas about what you’d like to see, I’d love to hear them!
Have a gorgeous 2013, everyone and here’s to the fresh and crispy new January that awaits us. I’m thinking about the garden and new shoots and growing veg and filling the borders with flowers and I can’t wait.